Thursday, August 16, 2007

He inhaled

He inhaled the scent, still fresh on his pillow

Studied his nude body's silhouette shadow on a pale wall

Few would ever know the ease of his laborsthe exhaustion of his heart.

He inhaled again, imagining he'd also vanish, as he blew the candle out

2 comments:

Ergo said...

Yea, I really like this poem. The lines are strongly imaginative and evocative.

secret.blog.reader said...

Sounds like a poem about a whore...

Just sayin'